"Strings Between Us

hidden places

After the rooftop birthday mayhem, things started to feel... heavier.

The photos. The whispers. The way people looked at them backstage.

Even though the fans didn't officially know, the tension was building. Every glance, every half-smile between Tom and Isadora felt like a secret being shouted in a quiet room.

So when both bands got called into a last-minute meeting with their managers at the hotel conference room, they expected the worst.

But instead...

> "We're not here to yell," Simone Kaulitz said gently, sipping her coffee, her tone motherly but serious.
"We're here to help you two... figure this out."

Isadora's manager, Monique, nodded. "You're both young, but we know this is real. So we're not gonna fight you on it - as long as you stay focused and smart."

> "Which means no PDA in front of fans," added Frank, Tokio Hotel's tour manager. "No sneaking into each other's rooms when press is around. And for the love of all things holy... no more tattoo leaks."

Everyone chuckled. Even Tom cracked a grin.

Then Monique reached into her bag and slid over a list.

> "We're calling it Project Low-Key. It's a list of safe spots - rooftops, private gardens, out-of-town diners, even some record store basements we've rented out. Places with no press. No fans. No eyes."

> "So you can still be you," Simone added softly, "without setting the internet on fire."

Tom blinked at the paper. "You're... really doing this for us?"

"Of course we are," Simone said. "You're Sixteen now. In love. And if anyone knows how hard that can be under the spotlight... it's us."

The first place on the list was a small, hidden garden behind a music studio in Hamburg.

No one knew about it. Ivy-covered walls. Broken-down piano in the corner. A single bench under a weeping willow tree.

Tom and Isadora sat there that evening, legs touching, sharing earbuds, his hoodie wrapped around both of them.

No makeup. No lights. No cameras.

Just them. Just peace.

Isadora leaned her head on his shoulder. "It's weird... but I feel normal here."

Tom smiled. "I don't want normal. I want this. You. Us."

She looked up at him, the last sliver of sunset casting an orange glow across his cheekbone.

"I like this side of you."

> "Only you get to see it."

They kissed - soft and slow - as the old piano's broken keys clinked quietly in the wind.

⚠️Smut⚠️

They went back to their hotel room as the door shut behind them they continue to kiss he gently pushes her on the bed and gets on top of her and starts removing her blouse and he removes his hoodie and his shirt, she wraps her arms around him and he starts traveling down to her pants he unbuttons her pants and pulls them down. Now she lay only in her bra and panties she sits up and he unclips her bra, he kisses her neck and breasts as he going down on her and removes her underwear with his teeth he gets up and removes his pants and boxers he gently starts to thrust into her, uhm go faster she says," he goes faster and harder she starts to grip onto his shoulders he grabs both of her hands and puts them on top of her head, they both reach to their end tom collapse on top of her and their breathing is heavy and isadora legs are shaking tom is still inside of her, and that night they both fall asleep.